Sitting here as memories flood my mind. Trying so hard not to cry. As I say goodbye, To a piece of my grandfather.
That stupid green truck that lived in the jungle of my backyard is gone. A huge piece of him that was a memorial to a man I loved. It sat there for eight years after its owner left. A piece of him I donβt regret.
Now all that is left is a hole, Where it used to be. And it stirs up the memories, Of a man who meant so much to me.